Waiting Poem by Richard Millar
Waiting
Every day,
at exactly
two-o-clock
the boy
on
the bike
comes bye-
He never stops...
Just pedals past-
Mudguards rattling.
The boy
on
the bike.
Does he see me?
Should I wave?
If I lift my hand,
Will he see
I'm blind?
''Close your eyes to see'' Thanks for sharing your nice poem and also the poignant note, Richard Be blessed
seems like you took inspiration for this poem from a real life incident.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 9:34:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very powerful images in few words. That which have left me in deep reflection....10